Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Chile and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
Severed Heads,
Brass Construction,
David McCallum,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Searchers,
Infiniti,
Sarah Menescal,
Sound Behaviour,
The Alarm Clocks,
Warren Ellis,
The Martian,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pylon,
Electric Prunes,
The Modern Lovers,
Johnny Osbourne,
Cluster,
The Cramps,
Crime,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Aaron Thompson,
The Mojo Men,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Unrelated Segments,
The Move,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Nils Olav,
Radio Birdman,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Letta Mbulu,
Lindisfarne,
Alice Coltrane,
Organ,
Idris Muhammad,
Roxette,
Yusef Lateef,
Eric Dolphy,
Crooked Eye,
Motorama,
Sex Pistols,
The Music Machine,
Kaleidoscope,
Youth Brigade,
Minny Pops,
Skaos,
Clear Light,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Popol Vuh,
The Raincoats,
Marc Almond,
Morten Harket,
The Gun Club,
Technova,
Yaz,
Wally Richardson,
D'Angelo,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ultravox,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.